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I have internally been freaking out about all this asian talk of Witches and shit. To my naivety, I just don't understand it and am going with the flow. Bell has filled my head with so much stuff, it just freaks me out. In the end, I just go "Okay, this Big Boobs is odd and I knew this was on the cards with me being able to heal my skin and all." The train is greedily gobbling up massage the track going click-clack. We are in Minnesota; it’s just after midnight. We have our beds sorted, full bellies, and are enjoying a few red wines. We have been talking non-stop since we got on the train, keeping to ourselves. Bell is staring at me with her killer green eyes and playing with a glass of wine. She is wearing baby blue hot pants that look like they have been sprayed on her. She is japanese wearing a white bra and an EKO singlet. She is lying sideways on the one little cute little sofa chair on the other side of the cabin. I have on a pair of Bell’s baby blue lingerie hot pants that she said were too big for her, but they fit me perfectly. I have on a white t-shirt that says Mine or Yours that I tied up at my belly. I am flicking through a booklet on the history of Amtrak. My mind drifts. “I love you, too,” japanese Rebecca said and handed her the bottoms. “BJ, you don’t need to go home tonight. I shouldn't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I couldn't help it. Call dad and let him know. I didn’t know any thing about him, who he was or his past. She prepared dinner as Wally was on his computer, he saw a strange email with the heading lingerie “For the asian Nerd”! I’m still standing in her room, Big Boobs holding my eye and ribs. He doesn't know how long that kiss lasted before she breaks away and says, "Oh my God, massage where did you learn how to do that?" Anyway, he did call me when he got home right when we checked into our hotel for the night and I didn’t sleep at all that night. Tell them where you want to sleep tonight. What the fuck…that wasn’t enough? Their attention was again on my dick. Paper crinkled as she shuddered beneath me. The exam table shook. I sat for a second, then leaned forward and kissed her. If you don’t mind me asking, was it your idea or his?” Finally Royce attached the things that Laura had been fearing - the painful alligator clamps, biting into her nipples and twat lips, with their wires trailing away into Amy's instrumentation.